Warhammer 40: My Fiancée Fulgrim

This made him very unpopular within the empire.

After all, even if the Great Crusade achieved victory after victory, and the Dark Angels wiped out one enemy of humanity after another, these things had little to do with the ordinary human inhabitants living on millions of planets.

But cyclone torpedoes and virus bombs could really come down on everyone's head!

Who knows if one day the governor might go mad and be accused of treason, leading to an extermination order that could wipe out the entire planet?

(Except for the immortals) Everyone only has one life, which is definitely not enough to support the Lion King.

Therefore, apart from Holy Terra, the citizens of the Empire, including many military personnel on expeditions, often harbored private grievances against the Lion.

“I understand your concerns, Al Jonson.”

"Forgrim said with a hint of helplessness."

She reached out and gently touched the eagle ornament on her chest.

"But we have a better way to solve the problems we are facing on Scacia."

"Moreover, our goal has never been this planet."

Scacia was only a tiny part of the three Primarch campaigns, and although the system's location was indeed crucial, it was not worth deploying three Primarch fleets in the battle.

More importantly, there's something behind this planet.

For example, the mystery of another mysterious sector linked to this crucial node of subspace travel: the Dark Night Sector.

The Scacia system is merely a gateway; the Dark Night sector, accessed through the Scacia system, is the reality that everyone has been eagerly awaiting.

According to existing reports, the Empire lost four expeditionary fleets within a decade in this mysterious sector.

Four expeditionary fleets!

Even if none of these expeditionary fleets had a single Primarch in command, their fleet size would not be as large as theirs.

At best, he's only at the level of Cicero, the leader of the Ultramarines Chapter.

However, after these expeditionary fleets entered the mysterious Dark Night sector via other subspace routes, they lost all contact with the fleet.

They mysteriously disappeared.

If an expeditionary fleet loses its signal, it can be said that it is lost in the warp.

But the mysterious disappearance of four expeditionary fleets in succession was enough to cause a sensation.

"The handling of the remnants of the Scacia forces is not the focus of our discussion here."

Rogdorn cautioned, "These captured star maps depict the specific locations and changes of galaxies deep within the Dark Night sector, and they will be of great help to our next operation."

As he spoke, he looked to his side, where a navigator stood wearing a loose-fitting black satin shirt and equally loose dark trousers.

Chief Navigator Rigantis, leader of the Navigator Detachment of the Mountain Array, and also a strong contender to become the next Elder of the Navigator Family.

His large clothing effectively concealed the mutations caused by the navigator's genes and the corresponding maintenance equipment.

To enable the navigator to continue working in environments that are difficult for the fragile bodies of mutants to cope with, he had fixation clamps implanted in his arms and legs, and additional support braces installed on his spine.

But this didn't allow him to walk like a normal person—he walked with somewhat unsteady steps toward the round table under everyone's watchful eyes.

But it would be ridiculous to conclude that navigators are unimportant based on this alone.

As the chief navigator who earned the Emperor's trust to the point of being entrusted with piloting the unique "Mountain Array," a ship unparalleled throughout the entire empire, she was never just a simple person.

"Thank you, Lord Rogge."

With the Primarch making way and offering assistance, he approached the star map laid out on the round table and explained:

“These star maps are indeed priceless, and their depictions are equally detailed and thorough.”

“Scatheian terminology and diagrams are very different from ours, but if we are willing to spend the time, we can still easily decipher what they are trying to express.”

Although the Scacia system is relatively isolated, they have been trying to study ancient subspace travel technologies—and have achieved some success. Perhaps it differs from the current Imperial methods, but it is still highly valuable for reference and learning.

The chief navigator expressed his approval of this knowledge.

"In addition, through the investigation of the captured crew members, we obtained some useful intelligence."

"But this is not enough to allow us to move freely in the Dark Night sector."

"Why, navigator?"

The lion asked, "We already have the star map of this sector, and you're so confident about it. What do we have to worry about?"

"Because this is a dark area that the starlight cannot reach."

During regular warp space voyages, navigators can see this starlight emanating from Terra.

"He will guide us to measure our own location—there may be some slight deviations for some reason, but we will eventually be able to find a relatively accurate position."

"But in the Dark Night sector, it is shrouded in a shadow. It is the enormous vortex we call the Northern Subspace Storm."

The absence of starlight in the Dark Night sector presents a tremendous challenge for navigators.

“But you guaranteed our voyage,” Rogdorn suddenly said from the side. “Otherwise, the Emperor wouldn’t have sent us here on this mission.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking—the light of the Star Torch may dim and blur under the warp storm, but it won’t be completely blocked.”

"It's just like a light, scattered?"

The lion said, gesturing with his hands outstretched: "But we can still see it, right?"

"Yes."

The navigator nodded: "It's just that it might become fainter and fainter as we go deeper into the star sector, until we can't see anything at all."

"And expeditionary fleets that have lost contact with each other are almost impossible to coordinate and fight in unison. But I believe this is why the Emperor, who praises his reign for thousands of years, did not send any one of us alone, but chose to send us together."

As the navigator of the Mountain Array, he shared his judgment.

There are two options—split up their forces, which means that their expeditionary fleets will have difficulty communicating with each other, and the expeditionary fleets will be able to carry out blind attacks in complete silence.

This is the solution that the lion advocates most.

As an expeditionary fleet possessing three Glory Queen-class battleships and countless advanced technologies, the Lion King did not believe that the disappearance of those few smaller expeditionary fleets could prove anything.

Faced with his overwhelming power, the so-called Dark Night Star Sector was nothing more than a stink bug blocking the way.

When he was in Caliban, still in the Knights' Monastery, he faced challenges of even greater strength.

But none of this can defeat the proud lion!

But it seems that Fugrim does not agree.

She advocated for consolidating forces in one place, then advancing in a spiral pattern around the outer perimeter of the star sector, gradually pushing forward until they conquered the most difficult-to-reach core area.

(Like a mosquito coil)

"Several fleets have been lost in unknown locations deep within the Dark Zone. We must proceed with caution in the face of danger and must not act rashly."

"But none of them have a fleet, and the manpower and ships they have assembled are only half of ours."

The lion seemed somewhat resentful of the other's cautiousness.

Ryan was in a hurry.

"If we follow your plan, we'll waste at least ten years of our time in this sector!"

"I don't agree."

After a long silence, Rogdorn made a strong assertion.

Of course, he didn't take sides with anyone.

"Neither of your two proposals meets the Emperor's expectations."

The two of them fought together.

"So if we just wait here, will new intelligence emerge?"

"No, but as a Primarch, I have a duty to protect every member of the expedition as much as possible and to find new ways out for them."

"So what? You think you can find a new way out by just standing still like that?"

“If you don’t change your current approach to hunting behemoths, Ryan, your legion will suffer the same fate in the future.”

"Alright, alright, we were just expressing our opinions, there's no need to go to this extent."

The entire conference room was in complete chaos.

Dorn's speeches were often filled with the most straightforward denials, and while denying them, he sincerely explained the reasons for the mistakes to the other party.

That kind of sincerity, untainted by any selfishness, even surpasses the satirical effect of Dorn, which was unmatched by the purest of all.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether he was deliberately belittling others or sincerely pointing out their mistakes.

But no matter which one, the lion is very angry.

The lion went from being full of vigor to arguing his point, and then became less and less talkative during the argument.

He gradually fell silent.

"The First Legion still has some matters to attend to, please excuse me."

With the lion's cheeks flushed red, he finally chose to leave without looking back, taking the Caliban knights with him.

No matter how much Fugrim tried to persuade her, she couldn't change her mind.

The First Legion's delegation left much faster than she had imagined; before she could even chase after them, they were already far away.

Rogdorn was still silently studying the star chart on the table.

“Brother Dorn, I must remind you, this is futile.”

Fugrim felt his face turning red: "This is a joint operation. We must agree on the strategy for the expedition. All three legions are indispensable."

Where do you even study your star chart?

If everyone's gone and we can't reach a consensus, what's the point of you even if you come up with your ideas?

What a wonderful experience.

Kasgar silently watched as the navigators, Imperial army commanders, and narrators, who had initially been locked in a standoff, now stood in the back row listening, all displaying obvious embarrassment.

He looked to his side and saw Sigismund, a member of Dorne's personal guard.

The two bodyguards exchanged glances again.

【here we go again?】

Here we go again. It always ends on a sour note.

【Why】

【Why】

They both sighed silently.

Want to say something.

But I feel like there's nothing more to say.

It would be a miracle if Dorne and the Lion could be put together and they didn't fight.

This guy is so annoying!!!

The lion strode quickly toward its landing craft, still seething with resentment.

Angry.

So angry! So angry! So angry!!

Even if I kept telling myself that I was a war general, it was no use.

Damn it, could this guy not go against him for even a second?

The Lion King walked towards the road, his mind racing with thoughts.

and many more.

His steps, which were being taken in silence with his head down, suddenly stopped.

wrong.

The number and color of the landing craft and fighter jets here are a bit off.

Besides the purple and gold of the Son of the Emperor, the yellow and black of the Fist of the Empire, and the black, silver, and red of the Dark Angels, there also appeared some black, white, and gray flags and armor in the arena, and judging from the wolf heads on the banners they held—this is—

"Ah, Ryan brothers, it's been a long time."